Still in love with my OB

I’m pretty sure if I got some sort of referral perk for how many people I’ve sent to my OB, I’d be due for a free delivery by now. Like a have three get the fourth free deal. I think I’m due for one.

It’s no secret, I love my OB. I’ve mentioned this before on many occasions.

Times may have changed, but I still love her.

Today I went in for my weekly until the baby comes appointment and she said the three magic words I’ve heard since my very first pregnancy, “Long, posterior, closed.” Well, no. I lie. She said fingertip. But still. That’s pretty much closed. I don’t do anything until I all of a sudden do, and from previous experience, has always been in the 39th week. I’m 37.5 right now. So don’t expect a baby until at least the 23rd. I’ve got myself pegged for the 27th.

So I told this to my doc.

Me: So, I’m thinking the baby will be born on the 27th.

OB: That sounds like a good day. I can handle that. Just don’t go on the weekend of the 22nd. I’m not on call, and I’ll need the break after being on call for 10 days straight.

Me: Well, I’ll sit tight, then.

OB: I mean, but if you DO go into labor, you know I’ll be there. I won’t miss this delivery for the world. I’ll probably call you at home to make sure I don’t miss it.

Me: And this is why I love you.

OB: Though, if you can, try to avoid rush hour. I enjoy the middle of the night calls.

Me: Noted.

OB: But still, I’ll be there. Even if I’m not on call, I’ll be there.

The other day I was standing in the kitchen and it just kind of hit me, there’s a human in my belly. Like, if it came out now, it would look like a baby. But it’s in me. Wiggling. Growing. Leaching off of me.

I mean, really. Think about it. It’s SO. WEIRD.

Sure, sure. It’s beautiful. But let’s get real. The process of how it is to be is amazing, yes, but it’s odd. And there’s a kid, right now, in my belly, blinking and growing and sucking it’s thumb and, you know, being a baby. But in a little water bed. In my belly. You know, totally normal.

Yes. I know. I’ve done this before. But it never ceases to amaze me. Humans. Coming out of humans. Every day.

Hah! You know, I always thought if I were pregnant, I would be totally freaked out by growing a kid in my belly. When I see other pregnant women, I just think it’s great and magical and all that, but when I imagine myself being pregnant, having a moving, living human being inside of me? As you said: SO. WEIRD. Kind of comforting to know that you as a soon-to-be mother of four have similar feelings…
Oh, and your OB is one of the best doctors I ever heard of.

So who is your ob-gyn?! I am glad for you that you are having such a great experience. I have no idea what personalized attention is like. I have been going to the same practice for over a dozen years, and once I saw a different doc who had no clue I had had a kid (who was five at the time, mind you). One might think the doc might have looked at my chart to ascertain that pertinent info. But no. Now I see a midwife there, which seems kind of funny since I have no plans to have any more kids, but I like her.

Hey, let’s all pick a date of when we think you are doing to have the kid and the winner gets nothing but the satisfaction of being right. I say the 26th because it just popped into my mind. 🙂